We tend to blur the lines between purpose and lies
as we break our spines reaching for our broken prize.
We force a smile while we scream inside
throwing up bile as we choke on our pride.
We grin as we stand before the mirror
learning to rebrand our shakey interior
Laughing we return to the idea of being satisfied
while we learn that our dreams have died.
"Its life" they say with blank stares
While we await the day we no longer live our nightmares.
grab them by the blank
never have to vote again~
liberty rebrand
Bloodstone
Band the status quo
Letting go of the ego
Overpowering the negative energy
Offering thyself a torch to see through the dark
Doing my best and playing my part
Self and Soul have been tied
Taking each experience in stride
On to the next level of life to rebrand
Needing only the highest to guide my hand
Evolution sparked by love will reveal His plan
Dear me
I have been picking up
All the broken pieces
Of my life
Always putting in place
All that has fallen off my vain
I knew who I am and that is the source
Of my movements
I will never let me down
Not even when me is broken
I will keep picking up every pieces
And replace them with a new life
I will not fall not to rise
I will never shame my shadow
In the light
I know who I am
I can rebrand my future
Recreate my moves
And keep my success stable
Dear me
I will always be better
Than the man in the mirror
I will always defeat him
Each time I see him
I can't do better with out me
So I keep picking up every
Fallen piece of my heart back to love
I keep answering the calls of nature
Despite the distraction of money
I remain royal to the universal force
Of nature
In this part I always can be better
Than the man in the mirror
So don't think am down to your games
Rooted with jealous and Ego
Oh you empty gossiping men
The only man I am in competition with
Is the man I always see in the mirror
He got a name called
Dear me
At water’s edge, this rocky chasm shore.
I am Belisama, numen of lakes and rivers,
or sometimes Brigit of mystic phasm lore.
I am the brightest one, the fiery one who delivers.
To the Romans I am Minerva of wisdom and poetry.
The Christians rebrand me Saint Brigit Kildare.
But it’s my magic Celtic roots that make me visionary.
In each sheeny silver sliver of being, I am there.
Like the Prince of Peace, I am invoked for war.
Warriors gain strength from me on the battlefield.
But my origins betray the bellicose fervor,
my mindful still water core is always unsealed.
The modern multitask brain neglects the lyrical,
but hippocampus allusion recalls the metaphysical.
THIS BODY OF MINE
Woe upon woes offing
To my creator I owe a debt
After this voyage of mine on earth
And I, to this burden of death endureth.
Woe upon this body of mine
‘Tis a stinking sand
This dust return; my soul demand
The thorns of life chokes, my spirit rebrand.
What fate has this body, but dust...?
For all this attention to beauty is vanity
But beauty of eternity neither fades nor bust
Below this earth the frame of man will suffer rust.
Oh man prepare your bed with fear
To your crown of joy be bold to hold
Lean on your master; his precept adhere
Then your tomb of fear will he turn to care.
What then shall we say is life?
With all man's ego and pride
We often ask, “do you know who I am?"
Why boast when your breath you cannot boost?
On earth we gather all the perishable fortunes,
They transcend not but here it ends.
To this end, man reflect and learn
That this body, an impending meal
To maggot a perfect feast
Be not proud with title too,
For all is vanity without excuse.
Surfing new releases
On the poetry site
When up popped a new ad
To my sheer delight!
From "Pardons Canada"
All flashy and red
Replete with maple leafs...
Sold! On I read.
"Need a Canadian pardon?"
Rubbing my eyes,
Have I got the whole story?
We're selling a rebrand;
Pardon the new "sorry".
18.02.27
Robert Haigh's
Make Me Laugh
Wodon gave them song and verse
Promethius gave them fire
Dionysius gave them wine and games
Orpheus played the lyre
Atlas held the world aloft
Fenrir consumed it whole
Ceres gave them seeds and crops
Ran the waves that roll
Pandoras box kept evil locked
Rati set love free
Boreas brought the winters frost
Eostre, springs fertility
But for my name they are nothing,
Upon these you may not call,
For I am christ the jealous god,
And I destroyed them all
So do not sing mousai's songs
Rebrand all festivities
For each of you are heathen
And theres is only me
Scott (loki) MacDonald 2017
I Know Some People
Through thick forest they always move
Amidst busy market they always stay
Ever busy streets they always trod
They don’t move alone
But always with a glittering glitter
Every blessed day they feel pleasure
But because of sympathy they are not happy
Even though they ought to be happy
They walk through town and gown
Just because they must impact
Mother of life is what they are
Mother of multitude is what they are
Mother of generations is what they are
Mother of impartation is what they are
They walk through dark and dead because of kids
They kiss mucus so that there kid would not kick bucket
They recollect and correct
So as to rebrand and repack
These people are the ones you kept awake with your cries
They are the ones you denied sleep just because you must snore
They are the mother of handsome kings and pretty queens
Just Because I Said I do
From her words I put out this,
Both in her words her wish is scoop:
“Whatever I do, this I, worth a note”
-She said she needs answers.
For nag I will not play the part,
But for proofs, I will play my part:
I will call you to order as your hobby,
Cos, two wrongs can never make a right.
This love, my lady, is all about understanding.
Though, you are pretty but lack comprehending-
You easily get abnormally obsess, and “let me help”,
You would totally ignore.
Another thing that baffles me about you,
Is the apathy in your pitch and words;
While I word pithy all through for you.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.
I pity, the why I write
Cos never my strength and personality
To talk behind your back.
A piece of advice to “I want love to remain”-
Reshape, rebrand, reflect, and revive.
For nag I won’t play the part
But for proofs, I’ll play my part.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.
4/2/2014
Here you unearth the “beast” leaders
They actually are the best
Best leaders anyone can possibly imagine
Leading their subjects without force
No force nor coercion do they employ
They lay claims on better modus
Like washing our brains white
White; and painting it Green
Making us wise in our own eyes
Moreover uniquely foolish in theirs
They made us believe
Believe, that we are helpless
Soon enough, they offer to help
And we saw it coming
Earnest help!?
They rebrand us
Repackage us like mere toys
Feed us with sincere lies
Conjured in their rotund beer bellies
Brews bought by our very sweat and tears
But only time will tell
If “Green and White” should be the colour of my brain
Only just time